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Raised on the eroding sands of ol' Cape Cod, I survived puberty by slapping a puck and ball with sticks until I traded the bat for a net strapped to the end of a 6-foot-pole. From high school to college, there were clear goals of self-sufficiency and independence through a natural talent and healthy job market for bookkeeping and accounting. These goals, however safe and sane, were unable to fuel the academic fire beyond freshman year.
Thus began a much-needed identity crisis. I had been tailoring my resume for the last four years, only for dreams of living the meager-yet-adventurous life of a creative to organize a coup in my head. The four years that have followed focused on habituating open-mindedness, self-discipline, and proactive-exploration; on pursuing personal passions in an attempt to improve the lives of others (at any rate), and in a manner that is uniquely personal to my capabilities and vision.
Now, I stand a single semester away from the highly-coveted Creative Writing degree, specializing in screenwriting and digital media. Life goals include traveling the world on a shoestring budget and crafting engaging and thought-provoking stories. This is not intended to be some self-praising rant for admiration and support, simply an abridged background of who I am and where Captain Jack's compass inexplicably points. So sit back, and enjoy this (somehow) B.F.A.-worthy content for what it is: words on a screen.
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